Renascence (M.K)

十五

An expression of sincerest amenities from the noble attendees were randomly spoken to the newly wed couple.

The men from the various allied clans of the Kibutsuji; that has journeyed, coming from the farthest divisions of lands have wholeheartedly visited to witness and become part of the hallowed wedding.

Muzan's behaviour remained incomprehensible whilst his subordinated men bowed before him as they began to congratulate him and wish for more luck to come together with his wife.

A small formation of crowd have instantly surrounded the two couples. Y/n and Muzan were immediately assailed with number of questions from their attendees.

Y/n felt the sudden anxiety and fear, rushing on her body system as she attempted to ignore all the inquires she received from the people. Muzan instantly noticed her wife's discomfort as y/n forced a smile and downcasted her eyes on her fidgeting fingers.

"Everyone," Muzan's voice boomed around the pavilion that eventually silent the commotion of the crowd. All confused eyes were focused on him and Y/n did the same.

A soft smile crept on his lips with his red irises scouring amiablely the crowd of men and women infront of him. He smoothly move his arm and snaked it onto the waist of his wife. Y/n gasped in surprise before she was pulled closer to the noble Kibutsuji as the rapid lug made her body crashed to his side with her palm rested on his chest.

"Our wedding event seemed to have exhausted my wife this evening," He trails. Y/n outright noticed the tone of slight amusement and incalculable expression that had filled the face of Muzan.

"Please give her some time and privacy. Afterall, this is the most important day of our life." She gulp hard and blink her eyes when the noble lord look over at her and warmly smiled once again.

"I want her to enjoy this moment." Muzan softly says but audible enough for the crowd to hear it clearly. The people were right away astonished. They all began to clapped their hands together and feel felicitated with the unusual, foreign words Muzan have uttered.

Y/n did not understand this. She was perplexed and at the same time unrelieved. She thought, Muzan's counterfeit attitude indeed had succeed deceiving the attendees whilst he began to bow his head and say his thanks to the people. This made y/n feel so irritated. Her glare darkened towards her husband as she raised her hand onto his shoulder, attempting to further the distance between them. But Muzan did not concur and instead, the noble lord embraced the woman and slowly rested his chin at y/n's left shoulder.

"Your father is looking, better act pleasingly if you do not want to ruin this event." Muzan coldly whispered on her ear that instantly sent shivers onto her whole body.

Her eyes made their way to gaze straight at Muzan and in reflex, a tense atmosphere envelop them together.

Koharu and Fumihiro step forward against the crowd. Tonight, the Mizuno clan leader wore a gray colored kimono and a black hakama whilst the eldest court lady look dashing with her worn beautifully patterned blue kimono adorned with nature scene. Her pouty lips was painted with gloss red color and a carnation pink ribbon was also swirled round her tightly neat hair bun.

Fumihiro inclined his back and flashed a smile to his daughter and to her husband.

"You don't need to congratulate us father." Y/n blurted out, falsely concealing the resent inside her heart. Fumihiro looked stolid into his daughter's face and cleared his throat as Koharu pursed her lips together.

"The night is coming to a close, I will be leaving now along with your sister." He nonchalantly says. Y/n tensed and silently igniting with anger towards her father. She was beyond upset, how come the old man could just abandon the ceremony after it has finished.